i live in a dark, scary place... my mind isn't home
and it turns out, that i was never really welcome.
i long for light, a way to find a way back but
i am trapped inside of nightmares that are non-existent.
crazy; that's what they call it. but i call it a thought
etched deeper than the casual bruise. i'm a loud guy, i must admit.
my mind is silent. and sometimes silence is violent.
i see, and i believe. but most of it is what the naked eye cannot deceive. 

*my mind isn't home, so i guess you can call me homesick.